An Ode on the Death of Hoel by Aneurin

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Had I but the torrent's might With headlong rage, and wild affright Upon De�ra's squadrons hurl'd To rush and sweep them from the world! Too, too secure in youthful pride By them my friend, my Hoel, dy'd Great Cian's son; of Madoc old He ask'd no heaps of hoarded gold; Alone in Nature's wealth array'd He asked and had the lovely maid To Cattraeth's vale, in glitt'ring row Twice two hundred warriors go; Ev'ry warrior's manly neck Chains of regal honour deck Wreath'd in many a golden link: From the golden cup they drink Nectar that the bees produce Or the grape's ecstatic juice Flush'd with mirth and hope they burn But none from Cattraeth's vale return Save Aeron brave and Conan strong (Bursting through the bloody throng,) And I, the meanest of them all That live to weep and sing their fall
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- Aneirin